Tapas!!!

Tapas!!! I was so excited for tapas, but then it was extremely confusing... Tapas in Barcelona is either super touristy or almost non-existent. We ended up going to this place that was off the beaten path but still kind of touristy, such is the life, and ended up having tapas. It was the type of tapas that apparently you just walk up and point at, which is both terrifying and liberating. I have no idea what anything was, so just pointed at a random assortment of items, hoped it tasted ok, and dove in. Really the only terrifying aspect about this was the lovely fact that there were no prices everywhere.... At all. My tapas ended up consisting of a mini-burger of some unknown meat, mussels filled with this cornbread mixture, olives, a random mozzarella salad type thing and sangria. I still am unsure what it all was, but it was generally tasty! Until I got the bill that is, clearly tapas is how they gouge the eyes out of their customers or at least empty their wallets, because my extremely small assortment of food ended up being about 35€... And I was still hungry... So, my tapas loving self decided tapas didn't love me....

Such is life.

Love, Alison